Wispers

This was inspiried to be written when one English teacher came into my Creative Writing class and wispered something into my teacher's ear. I was instantly given great anxiety and wrote down why that event was so fear inducing.

I've always been alert to it. To teachers whispering.

Second grade. Story time interrupted, By 5 seconds of whispers.

What is it Ms. Baker?

30 eyes, locked on her. Thirsty for the secret shared.

A barn burnt down.

A lie. Oblivious, we accept this.

Home that day, I learn.

The Towers were the barn, The cows, the people. Falling down to their demise.

Now, each whisper, Burns into me, What might be waiting at home.

Subscribe

Get Teen Ink’s 48-page monthly print edition. Written by teens since 1989.